Broken Mirrors [IN PROGRESS]

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I wake up groggily as the surf of memories comes back. I was up just watching YouTube and listening to sad music to fit my mood.

I didn't have the energy to get ready or do make-up or anything. I did it anyway. Not like I have a choice.

I go out the door trying to ignore my dad who's eating a fried egg and toast my mom made.

I avoid their gaze towards me and walk out the door.

"Y/N! You should eat breakfast!" My mom calls out to me as she takes out a slice of bread and hands it to me, her

I avoid her gaze and take it munching on it. I woke up late today so I need to go quickly.

As much as I love my mom for being with me through the whole thing I can't help but be angry. To be forced to be in such a situation. They were handsome, but could they accept me? What if they were abusive? Or didn't understand emotions? 

"Bye Y/N," my dad calls out to me sipping his chai as he scrolls through his phone. 

Can't believe he's the one who's marrying me off to a guy who I don't even know. 

I walk as my eyes are barely able to open but that changed when the sun glares at me. I should've slept as mom said but I couldn't. 

As I was walking, out of nowhere I feel a touch on my shoulder and I backed away quickly. I look and see it was a girl with long box braids that were in two ponytails, the rest falling onto her shoulders. Wearing a yellow sweater that was tucked in brown shorts. Her shoes were white and I notice cute heart earrings. I guess she told her mirror to go for an adorable look today or something.

I still don't understand the mirror-changing looks thing.

I sigh.

"Don't scare me like that!" I exclaim.

"Sorry but you looked so hunched and down!" She was in the usual jolly-go-lucky mood. "What happened?"

I sigh. Should I even tell her? Maybe it's best I don't, I don't think she'll understand.

"It's a long long story."

Before she could protest we reach school and see a tall figure over us. I freeze in my tracks.

"Hey!" He states happily greeting us.

"Oh hi, Namjoon! How are you?" Imani says first gleaming up towards him. A shimmer of fondness in her eyes.

"Hi Namjoon," I say awkwardly avoiding his lingering eyes.

"I'm good." He replies but I could feel his eyes looking towards me, flickering to Imani and then me.

The most heartbreaking thing of all is that he was never supposed to be mine. Even if I did like him and everything worked out, I could never break Imani's heart. For a boy, I literally just met this school year.

But he loved me.

I know he did, but now it's no more.

My eyes felt glassy again. I didn't want to cry, they were already heavy from crying yesterday.

Might as well tell him what happened.

As we began to walk again Imani sighs dramatically.

"You know I'd love to be with lunch with yall again today, but I have to stay in to redo a test." She groans her happy mood becoming annoyed.

Perfect timing. I needed to talk to him anyway. It would be best if Imani wasn't around.

"That's a shame," Namjoon says but his eyes were just laying on me. I look away at my phone.

I still don't understand what he sees in me.

Imani starts to complain about her hatred towards math and her teacher as Namjoon and I listen. Academics was something she wasn't good at, she was more into arts and fashion.

Which made people assume she had a broken mirror.

I always thought she was just spectacularly good at other things that aren't as monotonic as schoolwork.

School expects you to learn specific subjects they give and then expect you to succeed at them. If you do not, you're classified as 'dumb' and 'stupid.' Imani has a different talent in her.

I've seen the dresses she made from scratch from tireless hours of sewing and cutting. Her drawings of models in extravagant dresses. She's extremely talented.

"Oh see you later Y/N," Imani calls out as she walks with Namjoon to their homeroom.

I try to wave back even though the lack of sleep didn't give me enough energy for the day. Namjoon waves bye to me and continues to talk to Imani.

It felt oddly lonely.